Hi again, friends. I’d be lying if I didn’t tell you there are drafts in WordPress I’ve started and abandoned over the last few months. Ideas that sprouted on my laptop then at some point didn’t feel good enough worth publishing. But I’m back now and full of new ideas. Ideas that include a personal essay series and more outfit posts but in a bit of a different fashion than before. (Pun sorta intended.) For… View Post

Instagram is a romanticist. If Instagram was a person, he wouldn’t be the guy to remind you that there are people starving in the world, when you don’t eat half of your purple acai bowl topped with blueberries and flax seeds that you ordered partly to take a photo of. Even the more emotional side of Instagram, the side embodied by moody screen grabs of cult 80s films accompanied by an antsy quote like “we’re… View Post

I recently learned I’m a part of Generation Z, technically, which partly negates several things I’ve written about millennials with personal anecdotes. I guess I’m on the cusp, the first (or second, depending on which publication you read,) year of the new generation. So, claiming both, these are some of the things my two generations have in common: mirror selfies, mom jeans and a deep, conflicting, complex love of smartphones. Bringing those three things together,… View Post

Medina has always had that Hallmark movie vibe but these days, it could be the actual setting of a movie, complete with swanky restaurants, bright nightlife and a boutique hotel for the production crew and actors, and the perfect cafe for the inevitable meet-cute of two Lifetime Channel stars. As for the two jealousy-inducing photos above, the small village continued their annual tradition of a farm-to-table dinner each summer on the middle of Main Street… View Post

Do you remember the best thing you’ve ever eaten? In my twenty years, the first few were probably reserved for baby food. I’ve never asked, but I assume my parents bought a lot of it from Tops and Aldi, although my Dad is quite the chef, who am I to know without asking if he wasn’t cooking me up some delicious homemade applesauce or non-Kraft, Italian-style mac and cheese? Not that I’d remember anyway. The… View Post